John called about 9 last night to say they had made it almost to the Indiana border. They were stopping for dinner - unsure if they would continue on or break for the night.
It was funny how tired we all looked when we hit the "break room" Saturday night. But once the talking started, it was hard to say goodnight and move out of there. I figured I could sleep when I got home - and I did!
Oh, and I think John said the Stovebolters won a trophy for the best turn-out. I think that's what he said.
Good job gang!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peg
